He was humming to his friends again so soft that no one hears,
But I think he knows I’m listening
And he lets me see his tears
He was talking to his friends today
I heard him when he prayed
Now were going to see them
At my Grandpa’s big parade.
I sit high on Daddy’s shoulders
And try to catch my Grandpa’s eye
But he’s looking at the Maple Leaf
And he salutes as he walks by.
I ask if I can meet his friends
So he takes me for a walk;
We kneel beside a list of names
All written on a rock.
He tells me they were left behind
In cold and distant rain
He can only talk to them in prayer
They can’t come home again.
We had to pay the price, he says
To bring war to an end;
I think Freedom’s pretty costly
If you have to pay with friends.
‘Why did you do all that for me,
I wasn’t born yet ?’
He held me close and whispered
‘I don’t want you to forget.’
‘I did it for my Mom and Dad,’
Then his eyes began to water
‘I did it for your Dad, and you
And for your son and daughter.’
So I’ll always pin my poppy on,
Take my grand kids on parade;
Kneel underneath the Maple
To thank the friends my Grandpa
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians are asked to pause and remember the thousands of men and women who sacrificed their lives fighting for freedom and democracy during the First World War, the Second World War, the Korean War, the Afghanistan conflict and during peacekeeping missions. I am grateful for all those who have fought and those who continue to put their lives at risk each day so we feel a little more safe in the world. Each year we pause to watch the planes fly over to pay respects to all of those who have fought for our freedom, and each year it brings tears to my eyes. Today will be no different…